Firsts and Lasts

I shouldn't drink coke on Tuesdays when I have lunch with my dear friend Renee.  I am so sensitive to caffeine these days that one little coke will keep me up very late into the night. Hence, this post at this very late hour.

Not sure what I am feeling right now.  Part of me is happy that Isabella is sleeping upstairs in Natalia's room in her toddler bed and part of me is sad because my baby is not sleeping in bed with us anymore.  :(  I am going to miss waking up right next to her.  Who am I kidding?  She's really the one that wakes ME up.  Her first words every morning are:  "Mama, agua."  She says this in a very dramatic voice as if she's really dying of thirst.  I love it.  Maybe she'll cry in the middle of the night and I'll run up there just to bring her back down to bed with us.  Knowing that this is our last baby changes the way I feel about her "firsts."  Her "firsts" are now my "lasts." 

Well, that sentiment was short-lived.  She is up and screaming for "mama".  TTYL.